Best Minks Poems
So what are the Rule's ?
You wish to place place this wager on ?
And how is the Jury then to Judge ?
Your Bank Account
Your Real Estate
Your Stocks and Share's
Minks and Furs
Supercars , Jewel's and Gold
Versus
My 2nd Mortgage
10 year old Car
Overdrafts
And rising Credit Card Bills
Based on this alone I fear you win this wager
Hands down no contest
But what if we raised the stakes
To what we could actually
take with us to our grave
Like Friends and Family
Those we have blessed
Lives we had touched
I fear my Foe
The Currency in Death you shall seek
Will not be measured
In Money and Gold
But rather in Deed's and Actions
And whether or not you will be missed
Categories:
minks, death,
Form:
Free verse
She is a predator at night and a proper lady in the day
Young men, the younger the better but in their early 30's is okay
She has money, but wants to own several men
They can't satisfy her cravings, but do the best they can
She knows their weaknesses, like Superman and Lex Luthor
She is a well known species, she is a Cougar
Her men better be in shape, she likes the hunks
Buys them drinks to get them drunk
She looks good for her ripe age
But without the makeup, she could be put in a cage
She wears the Minks, not some on sale Kmart fur
She lives next door, watch out for the huntress in the local cougar
Categories:
minks, urban
Form:
I: Sheep
(A poem about Covid)
next door to 19 chimneys
and 'the dark satanic mills'
a flock of sheep is grazing
oblivious in the hills.
II: Other Animals
(They do all exist!)
goblin sharks and pangolins
sea pigs, star-nosed moles
mata matas, sugar gliders
shoats and water voles.
aye-ayes, dik-diks, wobbegongs
chicken turtles, loons
shoebills, snipes and yeti crabs
and cozumel raccoons.
pink fairy armadillos
bilbys, 52-hertz whales
the red-lipped batfish, panda ants
and emperor helmet snails.
the pleasing fungus beetles, thrips
hellbenders, great potoos
lilac breasted rollers, bongos
glass frogs, kinkajous.
boobies, fried egg jellyfish
happy wrens and teals
sarcastic fringe heads, cock-tailed tyrants
shags, electric eels.
johnny cash tarantulas
slevin's emo skinks
hanging thieves, agra cadabras
turbo shrews and minks.
the mediterranean shame-faced crabs
dugongs, gangly lancers
jesus lizards, pistol shrimps
fossas, spanish dancers.
the rare long-wattled umbrellabirds
chubs and munchkin cats
satanic leaf-tailed geckos, shads
gars, nits and fancy rats.
Categories:
minks, allegory, animal, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
Did you ever try growing minks?
Or writing poems with kinks?
With dark or colored inks?
And soft and lightened pinks?
Write messages that links,
With the Mysterious Sphinx?
Get on a boat that sinks?
Use metals made of zinc's?
Go skating at the rinks?
"AW," you say, "That stinks!"
For that, my eye now winks!
And I'll just put a jinx,
On anyone that blinks!!!
Categories:
minks, funny
Form:
Monorhyme
Well, Blink and Wink, survived the sinking ship
They took off their minks and cursed such a trip
They swam to the shore
Their muscles were sore
But now they were both, standing in the nip
Michael
Categories:
minks, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Part 1
Once upon a drunk bachelors night,
This guy decided to go down to his local drinking site,
Sitting in a sparsely filled dive of a pub,
Couples slurring, singles fingering at crap grub,
The smell of cheap beer and toilet waste emanating,
Half cleaned spew, alcohol stained carpets on floors bent,
Well-worn paths to toilets to empty body’s excrement,
Cigarette and cheap cigar smoke bellowing from drunk faces,
Filling the stained ceiling with ghostly looking traces,
Prostitutes revealing there abused tattooed torsos,
Men pretending not to mentally indulge in their shows,
In this scourge of erotic beings affecting their bulge,
Lining up to be next forcing off their wedding rings to hide,
Not that these night walkers would bother whether they lied,
Eagerly walking out after many a note spent on drinks,
Dragging their picks for the evening of chicks in false minks,
Stumbling off to revel in their spoils of the evening,
And off in their cars, to scary dark corners or lanes,
Hopeful not to go home to wives with trouser stains,
He giggles to himself as he imagines the explanations,
To their wives, why so late, with their lying creations,
On the stage he stares at a drunken dude karaoke rapping,
From behind he hears the sound of one hand clapping,
He continues to slowly sip on his 6th ice filled whiskey,
He has been there the whole evening now, driving will be risky,
Been very entertaining, better than television home alone,
Besides, what is better than watching drunkards dancing?
On a sticky make shift wood floor, each other fondling,
Dudes stumbling across the surface for the day’s special of gin,
So drunk they could win a break-dancing competition,
Nobody gives a crap of where, what happens next, is clear,
He browses the room for a possible semi sober listening ear,
There is a single woman with the same glazed stare in the corner.
End part 1
Categories:
minks, funny, humor, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
She was like a big doll, he thought,
As he watched her standing stoically
So prominent in the window display.
A window shopper looked in. So attractive, he thought.
Suddenly all reminiscent ideas fled,
As she had disappeared from view.
He walked towards the window display.
There was the dummy wearing a coat
With a large mirror behind it.
Not a coat of fashion, though around the neck
It had some expensive fur, a mink no doubt.
It was not beyond his means really.
He mused whether he would dare offer it to her.
But he hardly knew her and was not rich really,
Just a poor latrine attendant with no schooling.
Dreams! He was a fool for out of the shop
She came wearing the coat and she was not alone.
A hunk of a man strode confidently with her.
He looked back at the window now without the coat.
Only the mirror remained. His face leered back at him.
Was his face that ugly that he resembled a mink?
Ah well, even minks have a loving mate!
Categories:
minks, clothes, longing, love hurts,
Form:
Free verse
Menu A or Menu B ? oh dear! quite a dilemma really. ha
Tadpoles induced symphonies in a bowl of custard cued. But cued is neither curd nor carved caverns catering cafés. Cafés cage craterous carefully created considerate cream crêpes and deepest are the deepest diamond drills whose echoes fall amongst lone sheep and geese and tigers and pilau rice. But it is imperative to catch out the mirrored eel and mirrored eels are neither beaming brilliant beautiful business beans or ordered orchards. X minefields mind minders mingling manicured mania manifesting minks. Fashionable cited curving cue of a diamond backed whale. Arriving. It is imperative to be prompt when arriving at the junction stop. Particularly when travelling with a seventy seven on stilts, a little diner with a giggling fifty foot donut hat, a wiggling cheesecake in a see-through dress, a wand, half an acre of corn, a placemat, a window ledge with eighteen species of flies, and of course the ladle in the trousers. Number that then numerically form a curtain ounce. But ounces Are neither octagonal octagons ordering offers and neither are they otters ogling organically officialised odd obelisks. Ha a worm is catching the person up and is hiding because the person wants to put him on a hook to catch a big fish. Ha the early eating was getting bored and fed up waiting for the machines to cook bread. Xxxxx virtualization of a cubic measure. Z at eleven eagles to thirteen billabongs booming. Z
Categories:
minks, autumn,
Form:
Slowly the sun sets as day turns to night.
Cellars, castles, and caves, places that cause much fright.
These are the areas, I call them my home,
secluded deeply within mausoleums and tombs.
Once I awake from a sleep of no rest,
gradually I rise from red velvet lined casket.
Hovering above dirty, dusty, stone cratered floor,
gracefully floating, exiting heavy oak crypt door.
Black overcoat with yellow gold buttons and links,
white shirt, black tie, fur scarf of two minks.
Appearance is normal for the society in now,
dressing the part, slightly wealthy, and greetings of bows.
Never drawing attention, til catching warm, living soul alone,
down a dark alley, quiet street corner, or invite within home.
Hypnotic dark eyes and a voice that will snare,
bringing her closer to death, she's completely unaware.
Capturing one's soul, mind, body, and heart,
moments after meeting, their blood mine from start.
As my arms wrap around you and draw you in near,
I expose my fangs, glistening white, soon red smeared.
Lifeless body, pale white as my silk shirt,
draining you empty, quenching this dark thirst.
Hours have passed, must exit this town,
dawn is approaching, as I enter graveyards ground.
Another night has passed, one less soul on this earth,
my life never ending, non-mortal, Hell's curse.
With arms across chest, eyes shut but awake,
waiting til dusk, another journey and soul I will take.
Categories:
minks, scary,
Form:
Rhyme
Two lovely ladies were walking down the street
Said one to the other, “Wouldn’t it be neat
If my husband gave me some expensive perfume?”
In reply, the other said, “What a message, I think,
Suggesting, in the most subtle way, you stink?
I would much rather have a beautiful mink coat,”
“So,” her friend responded, “that you can gloat?”
“Not at all,” her companion replied with subtlety,
“Because it would be ever so becoming to me.”
“Think of all the minks who would give up their all
So that you might become the belle of the ball,”
To which the former did not hesitate to reply,
“What better cause for the little creatures to die?”
“Such vanity!” --her friend whispered with a sigh.
written December 4, 2021
Categories:
minks, giving, vanity, words,
Form:
Rhyme
In these words, Ill splurge; the urge to get back at you.
Having the moment, you left me you gave me some solitude.
But etched in the memories, it’s on fast play forever the same,
There’s no going back, your life a soundtrack; On loop, over and over, one rhythm and chorus, it forewarned us; the amplitude you’d measure; but we were too blind and stupid to hinder
or consider your words now wisdom engraved on Cinder.
In fiction, I’m known as the killer not the plague or preacher that screeches the voice of a man left in a can; Sent to Iran, the cold turkeys in the pan, wife and kids left to understand way daddy came home in a bag and not a cab, soon comes a Christmas without a dad.
I’m dropping buckets trying to say the way I feel; the silence inside how its more than prescribed to the doctors & shrink; they’re minks covered in ink to happy to sink the stage I left you; the bass slowly fading as I’m stuck contemplating.
I’m chocking sane, but it’s all real and I’m Just fiction to the distinction of church bell in my ear and the whispers and gossip of why you’re not here.
The message was clear you needed me here; but I sat down at the center stage, the curtains open, your face pale; cold as winter. As the choirs fades, the mic turns on with no applaud, your voice is gone and now they’re telling me your gone.
Categories:
minks, death,
Form:
Rhyme
They say the world make progress
Today’s industrial developments
Cause’s rainforest destruction
If you to raise your objections
Could face murder and abductions
Every where people are dying
By the hands of wicked man
But we been warn of what to come
In the bagwan gita: the bible and holy quran
The governments says we are making progress
But I don’t think it’s true
Maybe I’m too sensitive
It’s why I’m asking you
Oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico
Hundreds of species are no more
Coalitions amass in Iraq
Base on lies to start a war
Some animals close to extinct
So the rich can wear minks on their backs
Then tell us how much they care
Taking us for a bunch of jacks
They say the world make progress
And the future looks so bright
But all I see darkness
Tell me if you see the light
A jumper standing on the ledge
The bank about to take his home
But when the banks steal our money
The government gives them a loan
Terrorist on the airlines
Coal miners trap underground
Children going to sleep hungry
Whitney Houston will no longer sing a song
Ozone causing global warming
Ice caps melting away for sure
India and Pakistan fighting for Kashmir
When they were one country before
The hopeless people of Palestine
That whole world ignore
Living in captivity
When it was their land before
Still they say its progress
But I don’t believe their lies
Tell if you see it
Maybe something wrong with my eyes
Categories:
minks, visionary, world, people, people,
Form:
Light Verse
Magnificent marauders masquerading magically might mean
Messy mollusks masticate marbled marigolds momentarily.
Maybe.
Moreover, momentous mosquitoes might make marvelous mini-muffins mixing marmalade momentarily.
Meanwhile
Minnie made monthly memories merely medicating masses
Mediocre men mysteriously manufactured man-made missals
Might mean
Millionaires mystify magical muggles’ meager melodies making
Magnifying, mollifying mortifying mind-blowing majestic missives.
Moreover,
Mummies, mammograms, mushrooms, minks, musicians,
Models, maestros, minions, muskrats, merry men
May
Momentarily medicate marvelously magnificent marauders.
Meanwhile
Mary May memorize multiplication minimizing
Mark’s Mother’s marmalade mini-muffin memory.
M might make momentous mountain-mincing molehill.
Categories:
minks, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form:
Alliteration
What makes the world go round?
Some say it's music's sound
And surely it's something rather pleasant
Enjoyed by folks from kings to peasants...
What makes the world go round?
There are those who say it's money's clink
Buying luxuries from mansions to minks
Champagne and dainty liquers to drink
What makes the world go round?
Moderns say that knowledge is power
But to what end? For purposes dour?
Better stagnation than such brainpower
So, after considering all the thoughts above
I'll stick with good old-fashioned Love
Categories:
minks, love, money, music, world,
Form:
Rhyme
Things
Having new toys
Impressing others
New cars, minks,sinks
Getting is living
Saving stinks
Categories:
minks, introspection
Form:
Acrostic